Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 14
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable in this story belongs to the CW and Kripke. I'm just playing in their sandbox for a little while.
Warning: TORTURE SCENES AHEAD after the first section.
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Previously: After Jurgen exited the room, the three hunters pulled up a chair forming a protective barrier around Sammy in full on protection mode. Nothing was going to get to the youngest Winchester tonight without them knowing about it first.
Later the next morning, John and Bobby sat in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs as Dean paced a well worn grove into the hospital floor. Sammy had been in surgery for over two hours now and they were all worried about whether or not the doctor would be able to save Sammy's hand.
"What the hell is taking him so long?" Dean questioned as he glanced up at the clock to see that only five minutes had passed.
"Calm down Dean, I'm sure everything is going okay." John said to his over anxious son. The last thing he needed was for Dean to worry himself into a frenzy, have a panic attack, and end up in the hospital himself.
"How the hell can you tell me to calm down dad, Sammy could be dying in there." Dean gasped as his breath began to hitch.
"Damn it Dean, you can't work yourself up into a state like this." John said as he guided Dean over to a chair to sit down and forced his head between his knees. "In and out slowly kiddo, that's it." John said as he massaged Dean's neck gently. It took a few minutes, but he could feel the muscles in Dean's neck begin to loosen. "That's it son, just breathe slowly."
"Sorry dad." Dean stated as he looked up at his father in embarrassment for showing weakness, which wasn't the Winchester way.
"No need to be sorry kiddo." John smiled just as the doors leading to the OR room opened. He quickly stood with Bobby and Dean following suit.
"Hey doc, how's my son?" John questioned as he watched Jurgen for any indication that things had went wrong.
"You son's a fighter, he came through the surgery with flying colors." Jurgen answered with a smile. We were able to basically piece back the bones in Sam's fingers using the tiny steel screws. With time and therapy, he should be able to gain back the full use of his hand."
"That's fantastic doc, thanks." Dean said as he vigorously pumped the man's hand, relieved to hear some good news for once.
"You're welcome. By the way John, just before the surgery, I did a rape kit on Sammy so he wouldn't have to suffer through that while conscious. I'm happy to tell you that your son was definitely NOT raped. He had some injuries to his genital area, but that was from the alligator clips and electrical shock from the battery. I've put some antibiotic cream on them which should help them to heal a little more quickly. We also took care of cleaning and bandaging his other wounded areas. I gave him a steroid injection in his shoulder to help with the inflammation from it having been dislocated and it should go down within a day or two. As I mentioned last night, I have placed Sam into a medically induced coma where he will remain for the next forty-eight hours at which time I will slowly bring him out."
"That's great news doc, thanks." John said with a handshake. "Listen, Bobby and I have got to uh, take care of a trash problem, but I'll be back as soon as possible. Dean is going to stay here with Sammy if that is alright?"
"That's perfectly fine, I'll make sure my wife provides meals for Dean while he sits with his brother." Jurgen stated with a smile before dismissing himself to check on Sam in recovery. He was a big brother himself and knew how protective he would be if Sam were his brother.
"Dean, you sure you're okay with this, with staying behind and me leaving?" John questioned one last time. He didn't want Dean to be upset or blame him for leaving.
"Yeah dad, go make that bastard pay. I'll watch over and take care of Sammy until you get back." Dean answered without hesitation.
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An hour later found John and Bobby back at the cabin and looking into the nearly swollen shut eyes of Hank Reynolds. It almost made John physically sick at his stomach to look at the man, no, he didn't deserve that tile anymore, that tortured his son nearly to death. Feeling a deep desire to get his own torture session started, John looked at Joshua and Caleb and said "Strip the son of a bitch, he doesn't deserve the decency of wearing clothes. He took that dignity from my son, now I am going to make sure he loses it himself."
"What do you think you're gonna do Winchester? I'm a human and we all know how you and yours frown on torturing humans unless they're possessed." Hank smirked with confidence.
"Oh, but that's where you're wrong Hank, you ain't human, you're nothing but a filthy monster who preyed on the wrong kid this time." John informed him wiping the smirk from Hank's face. "Whether you know it or not, your forfeited your life when you chose to hurt one of mine." John stated as he pulled his belt slowly from his pants.
"Chain him up." John told Joshua and Caleb who immediately forced a naked Hank over towards the wall and wrapped the shackles hanging on the wall around his hands. "You thought it was funny to beat the shit out of my son when he was held down and could do nothing about it, let's see how you like." John said as he reared back with his belt and let it fly against Hanks bare back. He heard the man grunt and took satisfaction in knowing he felt pain with the very first blow. Raising the belt once again. He started bringing it down in swift succession over and over. It didn't take long for Hanks back and derriere to be criss-crossed in welts as he screamed out in pain.
"Unghhh, stop you son of a bitch. I'm going to frigging kill you." Hank gritted out through clenched teeth as another white hot pain shot through his back from the leather biting into his flesh.
"It f*cking hurts doesn't it you bastard, yet you beat my Sammy until he was sobbing his heart out." John stated before landing three more stripes on the hunter's behind. Throwing his belt across the room, he had Joshua and Caleb turn his prisoner around so he could look him in the eye. "Just so you know, we're just getting started, you haven't even begun to feel the pain yet."
"Screw you." Hank spit out defiantly, determined to stand as tall as possible. John Winchester and his goons was not going to break him the way he had broke Winchester's sniveling brat.
Balling up his fist, John flung it forward in a blur of speed and smiled in satisfaction as the feeling of cartilage and bone crunched beneath his hand. He took immense satisfaction in breaking Hank's nose, blood pouring for the wounded orifice.
"Guhhh, damn it!" Hank snarled as blood poured out of his nose and over his lips. "I'll make you pay for this Winchester, or better yet, I'll make those two evil offspring you call sons pay."
With blind hot rage consuming him, John pulled his gun from the back of his jeans aiming it at Hank's heart as he started squeezing the trigger. Dropping his hand at the last microsecond, the bullet entered his side instead. "I'm not going to give you the pleasure of killing you yet." John informed Hank with a steely glare. "I'm going to hurt you so bad you'll be begging me for death in the end you monster."
"In y-your dr-dreams." Hank stuttered out just before giving into unconsciousness as his head drooped to his chest.
"Son of a bitch." John swore as he watched the psychotic hunter succumb to his pain. He wanted to get things over with so he could get back to Sammy and now he would have to wait for the bastard to wake up before he could dish out more punishment. He wanted to kill the man so bad, but then he also knew what that would do to Sammy. His youngest would blame himself for causing the death of a human, which was against their moral code of ethics. But what if he let the demented hunter live? The bastard could track down his boys and carry out his threat against them. Ethics be damned, the man had to die.
"John, why don't you go back to Sammy, let us handle this." Caleb offered as he watched a myriad of emotions crossing John's face. He knew the hunter's mind was on his youngest and that it was tearing him apart not being there for Sammy right now. "I promise you man, we'll make Hank pay for everything he did to the kid."
"Yeah, I know you will Caleb and thanks for the offer, but I have to take care of this myself. I have to know this lunatic will never be able to go after my son again. Don't get me wrong, I trust you guys with Sammy's life, but I have to be a part of this, dealing out retribution." John said with a tight smile, thankful for his friend's offer.
"So what are you planning next?" Bobby asked as he glanced over at the monster who had turned the Winchesters world, hell their world too, upside down for the last week.
"Tie him to the chair. I want him to have a taste of what those alligator clips feel like, only he's going to get the pleasure of feeling the pain on his joystick so to say." John answered with authority. He watched as Joshua and Caleb released Hank from his shackles and the dragged him over to the chair where Sammy had been tortured the previous day. They bound the naked man's wrists and ankles, making sure the bindings were tight enough to hurt once he started thrashing around.
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Later that afternoon as Dean sat by Sammy's bedside watching him sleep in a drug induced coma, he shivered as he thought about how wrong the scene looked. Sammy was never still, even in sleep his brother was constantly moving around. It used to drive him nuts on the occasion when they had been forced to share the same bed for one reason or another, but now he would give anything to see Sammy up and moving around. Tenderly reaching out to brush a stray hair away from Sammy's face, he cupped his baby brother's cheek and said, "I'm so sorry I wasn't able to stop this from happening. I should have been there to keep you from being taken, to keep you from being hurt. Damn it kid, you were supposed to be safe at school. If I had only known…" Dean trailed off as tears started rolling down his face. Damn that son of a bitch for making him feel like a failure at the most important job he had.
Pulling himself together with a sigh, Dean grasped his baby brothers uninjured hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Everything is going to be okay tiger, just you wait and see. Me and dad are gonna get you through this Sammy, we'll be right here beside you the whole time. I know what happened has affected you in a major way, but I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel safe and secure once again Sammy."
Standing up to stretch, Dean ran his fingers through his own hair as he took in all the equipment surrounding his baby brother. Sam was hooked up to a heart monitor that kept track of his heart rate, pulse, and blood pressure. He had a nasal canula helping him to get enough oxygen, and an I.V. line placed near the inside of his left elbow. His right hand was completely bandaged and rested in some weird looking contraption to keep it perfectly still. There was some plastic tubing that ran under the sheet and down to a bag that it was attached to. Dean shivered knowing exactly what that one was…the dreaded Foley catheter. "Sammy's going to be pissed when he wakes up and finds out about that." Thought Dean as he stroked Sam's arm with his thumb.
Glancing out the window to see a bright and sunny day, Dean wondered how things could go on so normally like nothing had ever happened. Didn't fate know that Sammy had been dealt a bad hand, it should be a rainy miserable day outside, not one of beauty. Sighing aloud, he wondered what his dad was doing now and if he would make it back before Jurgen took Sammy out of his medicated coma. Sam needed all of his family with him when he woke up to face what was sure to be a long recovery ahead.
TBC